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What was the money she had earned a few paltry pounds compared with all this fearful trouble? Still, she felt now sure the trouble would soon be over. She had a pathetic faith, not only in her mistress, but also in Mrs. Jervis Blake and in the Dean. They would see her through this strange, shameful business. So she took her workbag off the bed, and brought out her crochet.
Here we laid in provision for our little voyage, without, however, feeling the same apprehension, which agitated the mind of a fair damsel, in the service of a lady of rank who formerly resided in my neighbourhood, who, preparing to attend her mistress to the Continent, and having heard from the jolly historians of the kitchen, that the food in France was chiefly supplied by the croaking inhabitants of the green and standing pool, contrived, very carefully, to carry over a piece of homebred pork, concealed in her workbag.
Hepatica gazed at me. I stared back. But we were under our host's roof. "Mrs. Liscombe really has quite a voice," said Hepatica, examining the details of the tiny travelling workbag I always carry with me. "So she has." "It was a wonderful dinner, wasn't it?" "It was, indeed. Would you mind having quite specially simple things to eat for a day or two after we go back?"
Still, on principle, she, a president, could not be expected to approve of people who forgot to have themselves done up. Supposing the minister had been present! "What are we doing this afternoon?" asked the unconscious delinquent languidly. "Autograph quilts? I've got a lot of blocks for you friends of mine in the city." She began to fumble in the pretty workbag she carried.
She wanted to see Stephen, but not enough to risk encountering someone else in the halls. At about eleven o'clock, Ella knocked at the door, and came in. "I'm in a horrible rush," said Ella, sitting down on the bed and interesting herself immediately in a silk workbag of Emily's that hung there. "I only want to say this, Sue," she began.
That same evening, when Grannie Amber had rolled up the purple petticoat into her workbag and departed, he asked Marie, as they sat together over the fire: "What would you like for your birthday, my dear?" A great pleasure shone in her face as she gazed at him. "Osborn," she stammered, "can you afford to give me a present at all?" "I should hope so," he replied.
Patterson sent them out "for a whiff of fresh air," she thrust into her sister's hand a workbag with frilly white things to tuck and ruffle. Then she drew out her box of colors. Under her deft touches, now fast, now slow, the baby face grew life-like and lovable. "She's to be a comfort baby for a troubled little mother," said Mrs. Patterson to herself.
He locked the door, and the little ladies went into the garden and peeped through the window. They saw John Broom approach the cage, on which the cockatoo put up his crest, opened his beak slowly, and snarled, and Miss Betty tapped on the window and shook her black satin workbag. "Don't go near him!" she cried. But John Broom paid no attention.
It was now dark, and hearing a bustle in the entry I looked out, and saw several staid men slowly rubbing their feet on the door-mat; the husbands had come to escort their wives home, and by nine o'clock they all went. Veronica and I stayed by the door after they had gone. "Look at Mrs. Dexter," she said; "I put the mice in her workbag." I burst into a laugh, which she joined in presently.
I went in softly, and stood behind mother's chair, slightly abashed for a moment in the presence of the party some eight or ten ladies, dressed in black levantine, or cinnamon-colored silks, who were seated in rocking-chairs, all the rocking-chairs in the house having been carried to the parlor for the occasion. They were knitting, and every one had a square velvet workbag.
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